sometimes i try to block you out, as if i don't still think about you. but i do. sometimes i try to respond with a smile when people ask about you, as if i had any right to comment on your behalf. but i don't. sometimes i try to throw away the remnants of us, as if the memories would disappear too. but they're still here.
and you are gone.
on nights like these, when i read words like those, it's so hard to fight these emotions.
